Little Cuts

Father Time Eats us all for breakfast That's the way it goes Can shake my little fist all I like (Only answer I get is another spring) I'm stalling the line Tryna make it on the guest list But in the belly of Kronos Everyone's beside The point is I'm going crazy Caus you don't seem to be thinking Bout me lately Wish I could step back and see that it Don't mean a thing And all this scraping at the sky's A puff of smoke A game of dice A song of love and oxidizing metal Still I'm yelling like Goddamn These little cuts they sting These little cuts they sting Late July I'm coming down to see you Now your hair is gray You got a little wrinkle in your smile (Slow down slow down) Something died You don't seem to see me But the mountain range goes on Tectonic plates shift when it's time I'm going crazy Caus you don't seem to be thinking Bout me lately Wish I could step back and see that it don't mean a thing And all this scraping at the sky's A puff of smoke A grain of rice A song of love and oxidizing metal Still I'm yelling like Goddamn These little cuts they sting These little cuts they sting Nothing at all Nothing at all Dust in a sunbeam Cosmic background radiation Laughing at us like tv stations I'd do it all I'd do it all over again Just to get that swelling in my chest Just one more breath around you Nothing at all Nothing at all Dust in a sunbeam Cosmic background radiation Laughing at us like tv stations I'd do it all I'd do it all over again Just to get that swelling in my chest Just one more breath around you Nothing at all Nothing at all Dust in a sunbeam Cosmic background radiation Laughing at us like tv stations I'd do it all I'd do it all over again Just to get that swelling in my chest Just one more breath around you